6 2 0
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Crack the shell, archaeo-linguists.
Let the language breathe a little
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310
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We can’t chew and swallow/
without the multi-hued glow
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Parsimony, Sage Advice, Alimony, and Time.
That would be one.
The Waste Land. The Hollow Men. The Red Wheelbarrow.
There are others,
But I have definite shoe anxiety dreams and can’t get over them.
Do not Go Gently Into That Good Night. Alone
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6984
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We can’t chew and swallow/
without the multi-hued glow
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117843
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They found your athymic neck/clipped like a bag of Skittles/and your lifeblood left a Rorschach test on the dash/in which they saw the future/and their own exits/(straight ahead and to the right).
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143473
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see this:/ ink-stained paper/ littering miles
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720
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this is not some/
sparrow, overfed-
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116053
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Seeking your will, instead we found, somehow, a clutch of our own documents;
folded under a rubber band gone to rot,
muddy strands nestled in the creases.
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91952
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We head home, skirting along the coast,
humble before catapulting waves;
the lighthouse near invisible
if not for a single band of red.
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107411
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On this day, a blinding sky
holds ribbed reams of clouds,
staccato against staggering blue.
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88130
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- Of or relating to dreams
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105152
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Fingers scrabble idly at pocket seams, forage between teeth, grasp for tepid cups, patter a drumbeat on knees.
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100322
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The rain falls soft after a hard weekend.
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this is not some
sparrow, overfed-
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100
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locking the door against dangerous//
human curiosity and forgetfulness.
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